Going out
going in...

Horizon is the
paradox of arrival...

Time is spiral like a record
and now is the needle...

Fleeing from her bite
the giddy kitten of clock...

Silence isn't voiceless
it's the very existence...

It is not about the lines
it is about the capacity of silence...

Watch the mirage of
your question in the distance...

They looked down upon him in dirt in derision.
They never saw him they saw themselves...

Sometimes poetry bursts~~~~~~~Very often bubbles...
the bubbles of silence,~~~~~~~~~in the silence of...

Behind the curtains
of death distance and desire...

A pebble falls in the clear pond.
Corrosion withers when I look into your mirror...

I walk on the street of this town
unadorned and unfashioned...